Leiyang Sect and Luoying Sect are indeed planning to marry.

Although Yang Dingtian was wiped out by Jiang Tian, ​​the relationship between Leiyang Sect and Luoying Sect is still good.

Therefore, Huang Ling'er couldn't help but kindly advised: "Senior Yang, you must not provoke him, you can't afford it!"

"Haha, Ling'er, he's just a mere god, I can't afford to offend him. You think too highly of him!"

Yang Yongchang said disdainfully.

"Get away!"

"Why, don't let us move. You are a god. Do you still want to monopolize the immortal fate?"

"How ridiculous!"

"If you dare to stop me again, I will kill you immediately!"

The few semi-saints who had drunk the bath water all laughed, chatted and laughed as if no one else was around, and did not take Jiang Tian seriously at all.

They did not see Jiang Tian kill Xie Changying and the fox-masked saint, otherwise, he would definitely not dare to let out a fart.

The Iron Hand Saint stepped forward, stretched out his hand, gently slapped Jiang Tian's face, and said arrogantly: "The Saint Qianmo was protecting you just now, I won't kill you!"

"But what now? She is injured and her disciples are all wiped out. She has no time to protect you!"

"In my eyes, these little transformed gods from the Eastern Empire are nothing more than ants that can be easily crushed to death!"

"Ants should have the self-consciousness of an ant. In front of me, they should lie down on the ground and die silently, even if they want to stop me..."

He was very trusting and arrogant, confident that Jiang Tian could not hurt him in the slightest, so he got very close and slapped Jiang Tian on the cheek, which was not very harmful, but very insulting.

Jiang Tian suddenly raised his hand and grabbed his arm, preventing him from falling down. He said indifferently: "From the beginning to the end, you old bastard has always been aloof and has a sense of superiority. In fact, I especially want to ask you, Saint Returning to the Void, how are you really?"

Isn’t it amazing?”

Snap!

Jiang Tian suddenly swung his palm and slapped the iron-handed saint hard on the face, sending him flying hundreds of miles away!

He sneered and said: "As a person with a small level of spiritual transformation, it is really comfortable to be able to slap the face of the Saint of Returning to the Void!"

Seeing this, Lei Yongchang and others were all stunned.

However, I haven't seen this person in just a few days, and his strength has actually increased to this level?

Saint Qianmo shook his head and smiled bitterly. Alas, Iron Hand Saint, why is this necessary? At such an old age, he still likes to bully the weak, but this time he was kicked on the iron plate.

Boom!

The Iron-Hand Saint was whipped and flew backwards, knocking down mountains one after another. Huge mushroom clouds rose up in the sky. They didn't stop until they hit something thousands of miles away.

"Ahhhhhh!"

The iron-hand saint screamed, and Jiang Tian slapped him, crushing his face.

Given his strength, this kind of injury can be repaired quickly, which is nothing.

But it’s so insulting!

Being whipped away by a god-transformation monk, he simply could not live anymore, what a shame and humiliation!

Boom!

The iron-handed saint rose into the sky, suspended in the void, and stared at Jiang Tian with cold eyes: "Shu Zi, how dare you?"

"Returning to the Void Saint, what's so great about it?"

Jiang Tian looked at his palms and mocked:

"Is the Grand Master of the Great Country very strong?"

"Why didn't I, a little transformed god and a humble cultivator, slap him in the face and knock him down with one palm?"

He rubbed his palms, showing a look of sudden realization, and mocked:

"I understand, I understand! You are still a little different from ordinary people. You are so thick-skinned that it makes my hands hurt!"

"Don't call me the Iron-Hand Saint from now on. You must be called the Iron-faced Saint. That's how you live up to your name!"

After hearing this, many people laughed:

"Hahaha! This fellow Taoist is so sharp-tongued and has a sharp mouth!"

Even if it was inconvenient for a female cultivator like Huang Ling'er to laugh loudly, she still covered her small mouth with her beautiful hands, narrowed her beautiful eyes when she smiled, and her branches trembled, and they all looked at Jiang Tian in ecstasy:

"He is gifted, powerful, and speaks in a funny and pleasant manner. He is the perfect Taoist companion!"

Being humiliated by Jiang Tian and ridiculed by a group of juniors and female cultivators, the Iron Hand Saint was so angry that his lungs were about to burst, and he was extremely aggrieved.

He is a majestic national master of a great country, and even emperors must respect him. Even on this continent, he is also a giant-level existence. He is like a high-altitude god, overlooking all living beings. But first, his beloved disciple Yachang was slaughtered by Jiang Tian.

I have no choice but to get slapped today!

"You are looking for death!"

Iron Hand shouted.

At this moment, no one tried to dissuade the Iron-Hand Saint.

Several returning saints hiding in the dark want to use their iron hands to consume Jiang Tian and then look for opportunities.

And Qian Mo Sheng stopped admonishing Jiang Tian.

Because Jiang Tian has now proven his strength and giant-level existence with his achievements.

She was relieved.

Besides, as an unparalleled giant, Jiang Tian had been severely bullied by Tie Shou and Ya Chang, and was almost killed by Tie Shou, so Jiang Tian had no reason not to take revenge.

"Tsk!"

The endless void was torn apart instantly by the figure of the Iron-Hand Saint, and the distance of thousands of miles disappeared in a flash under his feet.

He was like a green divine light piercing the void, winding like lightning, and struck towards Jiang Tian at an extremely fast speed.

But in Jiang Tian's opinion, his movements were too slow, like an old lady walking in the snow, trembling, cautious, and slow, everything was clearly visible.

Jiang Tian looked at the broken parts of his face and smiled brightly, showing his white teeth:

"Saint, are you looking down on me? Can you be a little more superior, a little more domineering, and then slam your face into my palm!"

"Go to hell!"

Tie Shou shouted, took out a handful of holy weapons, and headed towards Jiang Tian to kill him.

This holy weapon is a long gilt sword with dragon patterns. It is densely covered with avenue patterns and various laws are intertwined. It seems to be able to kill real immortals and cut gods. It is extremely sharp.

The iron-handed saint's eyes are about to split, the light of heaven and earth inside his body is bursting, the laws are roaring, the avenue is resonating, and his whole life's cultivation is poured into this sword.

He vowed to kill Jiang Tian and avenge his previous shame.

"As expected, he is the Saint of Returning to the Void. He is ruthless and poisonous. He is going to use his holy weapons to deal with a small transformed god like me, and he will kill him with one blow!"

A sarcastic smile appeared on Jiang Tian's lips, his hands reached out, and he suddenly grabbed the dragon-patterned gilt sword!

Shake the holy soldiers with bare hands!

This scene is too shocking!

Everyone can’t believe it!

A hint of joy appeared on the corner of Lianhuahun's mouth, and she snorted coldly: "This kid is arrogant and overconfident. He actually beats the holy soldiers with his bare hands. Isn't this looking for death?"

Even Saint Qianmo had a look of worry on his face, and he couldn't help but complain in his heart.

This fellow Daoist Jiang just likes to show off and show off his holiness in front of others. Can't he just be steady and steady?

Just, the next moment.

Jiang Tian firmly held the dragon-patterned gilt sword, and his palm was as gentle as white jade, but it didn't hurt at all!

Click!

As Jiang Tianxin twisted his hand, an even more shocking scene appeared.

The majestic holy soldier was twisted and broken like a twist.

The iron-hand saint's face was pale, cold sweat flowed out like a waterfall, and the surrounding space was distorted. This was the result of his frightened soul, which caused the disorder of the surrounding laws and avenues!

Bang!

The two punched together and exchanged punches, making an earth-shattering explosion.

The Iron-Hand Saint is physically strong and skilled in boxing and physical skills. He has already become an indestructible body!

But under Jiang Tian's punch, his fist immediately shattered, and blood and flesh flew everywhere. Broken bones and holy blood shone with crystal luster, and one drop could crush the Nascent Soul cultivator.

"The power of one punch is so terrifying!"

The Iron-Hand Saint was extremely horrified. He lost all thoughts of revenge and almost wanted to turn around and run away.
Chapter completed!